I wish your mom had been a little stronger. I wish she stayed around a little longer. I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war! I wish you’d come with me—
September 1st, 1989
Dear diary… I believe I’m a good person. You know, I think that there’s good in everyone but here we are… first day of senior year! And, uh, I look around at these kids that I’ve known all my life and I ask myself “What happened?”
Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?
You’ve come so far, why now, are you pulling on my dick?
I’d normally slap your face off and everyone here could watch…
But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice… LISTEN UP BIOTCH!